It's been an interesting week so far.

Monday night, I went out for a drink with some of my friends from work. I planned on having one drink then coming home and writing on my blog how lonely I was. Instead one drink turned into two, then just one more until one drink became six. I was somewhere beyond on the happy buzz state and intoxication. I planned on making a drunk phonecall to my old friend, the one I had phonesex with the other night. But instead my phone started ringing right before I started to dial. I told everyone around me it was a miracle. It was Sean calling.

Small talk quickly led me leaving my friends and heading to a quiet spot in the bar to tell Sean how horny I was. It took a few minutes to convince him that I wasn't drunk (which I was) that I was just buzzed.

An hour or so later, I was at the door to his apartment. Literally, jumping into his arms when he opened the door. He slammed the door shut and pushed me up against the wall. It was hot. He pushed his body against me. His hands running over me. Our lips locked. It was passionate. It reminded me a scene from a movie where to lost lovers reunite.

I was ready to go to his bed. We made it to his living room couch. My hands went for his pants. I removed every obstacle between my mouth and his cock. It probably wasn't the best head I've given but while I was doing it I felt like a porn star. In reality, it was quick, rushed and sloppy. I'm lucky I didn't accidentally bite him. But it was enough to make him cum.

We finally, went up to his bedroom. He was one of those caring and sensitive types. He slowly removed my clothes. He took the time to kiss and lick each part of my skin that became exposed. It would've been great if that was what I wanted. At that point. I wanted him. I wanted him deep inside of me. Fucking me hard. Pounding me and all that good stuff.

Finally when all of my clothes were off he went down on me. It was nice. I'd even say he was good at it. He brought me close but I was still too drunk to cum. It bad, but I eventually faked an orgasm so that he would let me go to sleep. But don't get me wrong, I was having fun, I enjoyed it, I just wanted something more.

I woke up the next morning, naked and dehydrated. I did one of those "where am I" things. I was kind of nervous at first then smiled.

He was still asleep but I was already on the verge of being late for work so I left without saying goodbye. He called me last night but I was out again. This time not getting wanted, just running around causing trouble. I thought about calling him back when I got home at one a.m. but decided to wait for another night.